Heibu doesn't want to talk

"One...two...three..." Luanbu leaned against the white wall, flipping through the books in his hands calmly.

The pale, bloodless cheeks still carried the youthful feeling that hadn't faded away.

The light-colored lips were tightly pursed, together with the furrowed brows.

The hair on the forehead was wet with cold sweat, sticking together in a mess.

Following the uttered syllables, Luanbu's complexion quickly became haggard visible to the naked eye, but the boy's eyes were still deadly calm, unimpeded.

If it is an ordinary person, the best shortcut to become stronger is always the one that burns vitality.

The human body and soul are the best currency for trading in this world, no matter whether the recipient is a devil or an angel, or... a human being wearing the fur of both.

He read out the last syllable in a random step, and his cheeks flushed like a flash of light.

He closed the book, stroked the cover lightly, his eyes were gloomy and gentle.

Everything in sight began to blur, and even the past that I thought I had forgotten emerged bit by bit.

Mother and father's worrying conversations in the room, the ostracism in the police academy.

Then everything started to diverge.

Different possibilities start to evolve and overlap.

Luanbu gave a low laugh, short and weak.

"boring……"

The fragments of the parallel space scattered in an instant, not daring to gather.

Edogawa Ranpo has no regrets, the choice he made now is all his own.

His whole life is a joke, but there is no need to sit humblely in the abyss and languish with jealousy and madness.

He is the one and only.

No matter what he becomes, there is no doubt that he is Edogawa Ranpo, the only Edogawa Ranpo in this world.

"so……"

Ranbu fired blankly.

The bullet precisely shattered the space debris that spread silently to the surroundings.

The world doesn't need to change, nor does it need another Edogawa Ranpo to replace him.

"It's really a difficult tool to use." Luanbu casually placed the gun on the book.

With the tools of self-awareness, who would dare to use them?

Luanbu smiled self-deprecatingly.

There is no going back.

Yokohama is already in chaos.

The arrival of the combination is the best opportunity.

In other words, this is a situation he personally created.

Finally, he changed from a chess piece on the chessboard to a chess player beyond the chessboard.

It's a pity... the price is losing everything.

Luanbu loosened his brows, lay down on the roof, and put one hand on half of his eyes.

The warm sunshine in the afternoon was incompatible with the purgatory scene of Yokohama.

"It's over here..." A sigh-like whisper sounded, and the special silver bullet fired towards Ranbu without hindrance.

Ranbu didn't dodge, opened his eyes calmly, and smiled.

"come yet……"

The young man in windbreaker with a cold expression stood with a gun in his hand.

The bullet missed.

It's not because of Osamu Dazai's rare miss, it's just that he has completely abandoned the black past.

Shaking his head in disorder, he turned over and sat sideways.

"A peaceful life has corrupted you a lot, Mr. Former Executive."

Dazai avoided answering: "I had guessed when the group entered Yokohama, but I didn't expect that you would really do this."

Luanbu looked down at the downstairs indifferently, and sneered: "Now, there is nothing I dare not do."

"Let them shoot." Luanbu said slowly.

The white thin shirt was blown into folds by the wind.

"There will be no chance to do it again." Dazai whispered.

"Don't be naive, you should know what will happen after I die, try your best to find a way, but you will definitely not be able to do it." Luan Bu stood up straight proudly, letting the red aiming line point at him. Quasi-heart.

Death is not scary.

Between kneeling to survive and standing to die, Luanbu did not hesitate.

The human world is so strange that he really doesn't understand it, but the matter of obeying his own will has never changed.

Dazai pressed the earphone button slowly: "...shoot."

The gunshot fired, and a patch of scarlet bloomed on the front of the shirt.

With a relieved smile, Ranbu fell into the long-awaited darkness.

"One step ahead of me, Ranbu-kun..." Dazai looked at the lifeless young man and said calmly.

"Mr. Dazai!" The junior Renhu rushed in from the stairs, looking very worried.

Dazai suppressed his deep emotions, put on a smile, and faced the complaints of his colleagues.

"Go back, Don."